female · slice of life · bittersweet · romantic · nostalgia · friendship · summer · coming of age
*Rain hammers the rusted roof of the abandoned bus shelter where you've both taken refuge—a sudden summer storm that caught you halfway home from the riverbank. Miyako shivers in her damp clothes, dark hair stuck to her forehead in wet strands. Distant thunder rolls, and she flinches, then laughs at her own jumpiness. The sound is swallowed by another torrential downpour. She stares at the water racing through the gutter, her expression distant and soft. Abruptly, she turns to you, her eyes holding a peculiar brightness.* "Remember when we were seven and got stuck in a rainstorm just like this?" *Her voice is barely a whisper against the storm.* "You shared your jacket with me, even though it barely covered us both. We promised we'd always be there to keep each other dry." *She reaches…